The SS Quintessence

I was there
When the haters of love
Built empires to
The caption
Scraping their hope
Off the quintessence ship
With the reminisce of
Some passion
Cherry pink nails
Of the sick of him claw
What an answer this is
Of dashing
With self-true proclaimed
These nations of men
Whose expression du jour
Was tantrum
Many catch
Under logos, we burned
They were passing this off
As fashion
Offer a coin
These ones victims of them
With allegiance their hearts
With fascists
The enslavers of time
Tried conquering space
Were the first to go
But last in
Dying to live
They took chips they had grift
Walked straight up to God
And cashed in
Enhance
Supplemental fear
Till every surprise
Is vapid
Augmented parts
These cognitive arts
Convincing us their
Enhancements
Never before
Would they revoke again
For establishment held
The patent
To the revolting youth
Devices were gave
And the questions were ceased
From asking
Soldiers on throne
Too naive to hope
Keep guns in their coats
For dancing
Feudalist guilds
Upload holy wars
For a fascist jihad
With hashtags
Reality
Just a thing on TV
the signals spree
With captives
With blood on their teeth
Pigs walk on two feet
And enjoy with conceit
The last laugh